The Moon Still Says I Love You

For Frank Stanford


Is that the way it is


three stars from a .32 burning

right down your boulevard


spray paint sizzling

into Styrofoam


what would you

ask of us




did we need to know your hair

isn’t so different than blue jay feathers


curling in flames

I would have loved to touch


your elbow

as those ten fingers full of gibbous moons


clacked the keys on to the end

of the line


did you hear the air crack open

parcels washing up against the white


or did forever begin

with the guy barb-wired


to a makeshift mast afloat on the Mississippi


Photo Credit: Mhy via Creative Commons

About the author

Mick Kennedy teaches creative writing, composition and literature at Elizabethtown Community and Technical College in Elizabethtown, KY where he founded and is editor of The Heartland Review. In 2016, he began The Heartland Review Press.
His poetry has appeared in New Southerner, Iron Horse Literary Review, War, Literature & the Arts, The Louisville Review, Pikeville Review, Cut-Thru Review, Willow Review, Indiana English, Pegasus, Mid-West Poetry Review, Old City Cool, decomP, Skylark,, Windless Orchard, IUS Review, Poets Pen Quarterly, and Reaching the Summit.

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